I’m typing again.
I hear it. It’s a need, a cry, a want. I shudder.
“Up, up, uppie!”
She wants me.
I lift her up in my lap.
I slowly feel my insides melt into gelatinous goo. I’m green, slimy, I’m nothing. I’m no one. I’m a giant mass of waste.
She wants me.
She wants everything I have.
I have nothing left to give her.
She jumps down from my lap.
I’m a pool of slime on the floor. I’m trying to lift myself up, but I keep slipping. I’m melting into the hardwood floor.
I want to scream
Someone help me!
Lift me up.
Bring me back to life.
I can hear her crying. I can’t get up. I’m liquid.
I’m nothing, I’m no one.
I feel the anger surge like electricity through me, a pile of liquid on the floor. I’m glowing, electric. I’m rising up above the floor, above the crying, above the sounds. I’m charged, plus, minus, electricity emanating through my veins.
I can feel.
Wings spread through the electricity. They are white, fluid, long, soft.
I can breathe.
I will not escape this feeling.
She cries louder. My wings spread and I float upward.
I am electric.
I am charged.
I am someone.
My wings flutter, and the room begins to spin. I’m spinning, the crying is louder.
She rises up and meets me.
We are electric together. She and I. I am terrified of her charge, her eyes.
She reaches her hand out and touches my wing. I breathe, and float downward.
My wings contract and I float down down down to the ground.
I am curled up in a ball on the floor. She strokes my wings softly while I cry. She curls up beside me. Together we are calm. Together we are one.
We fall into a deep comfortable sleep.
There is silence.